Tuesday, 29 March 2016

self checkout

and like that for what would've been nine more tins of cat food
if the 12th hadn't been dented

and it was soothing and rhythmic in a weird automated way
with a kind of numb yet calming voice
that might've been comforting except it probably meant
that someone else was out of a job


Friday, 25 March 2016


the sound carries in such a different way
once the snow has melted
once the muffle of flakes have faded
once the blanket has been pulled back
once winter had been put to bed
crisp in the air
crisp in the ears
the buzz and snap of spring


a stash of pinecones
a peal of bells
a beam of light
a handful of hope
a museum of waxwings

Wednesday, 23 March 2016


walking home today
passing the larches
'turning golden high upon the hill'
a little stream running down the curb
tiny bubbles beneath the ice flowing
as water ran down to the grate at the bottom of the road
and in the sun it all seemed so true
that so much is melting away
and there i was
watching it go
on a bright bright day

Monday, 21 March 2016


waking up to falling flakes and wondering how the red ones are doing
are they early bird returns or ones who over wintered?
regardless they may find it tough sleddin the next day or two
not so much springing ahead but falling back on dusted lawns and boughs
a bit tricky to navigate the new waves rolling on over us
but we wend
fly on

Monday, 14 March 2016

canis latrans

northbound on the 94
up 106 ave
along the stretch with the abandoned bike
tethered to the chain link fence
wondering what I might see who would greet me
from the back of the bus
and there you were...foraging for something
your coat blending in perfectly with the carpet of sleepy brown grass

is it you we hear late at night?
I hope so...or at least that you make it back into the ravine
down around and out again
find the trails that wend your way
wishing city smarts on all the coyote friends

Sunday, 13 March 2016

The bamboo chimes outside the bedroom window...

What started out as one idea became corrupted by autocorrect and then decided tally ho

But then the wind stopped blowing
And then started blowing

Took took took
Giggling ginglingir

Thursday, 3 March 2016

waning days of...winter?

slips of green grass
a mottled hare
icebergs off the coast of Newfoundland
is it hot in here...or is it just me?

Wednesday, 2 March 2016


nearer and nearer on recent days
and late day not even
howling circling yipping closer closer and closer
up from the ravine
times are tough
maybe for you too?
we'll nip on through
nip and yip and go on through
and wave to what is fading away...
letting go of what doesn't work so well